Politics and Non-Politics - Desire

In the 26th year of Qin Wangzheng, Yingzheng unified the six countries, swept away the accumulated evils, changed his title to "emperor", and called himself the first emperor.It was the night when Yingzheng hosted a banquet for all the officials, and after the banquet, Xianyang Palace fell into solemn silence again, just like its master.After returning to the palace, Yingzheng opened a scroll of silk paintings, in which the young man in purple clothes had lifelike features and a dignified appearance.

Ying Zheng put his hand on the painting and rubbed it lightly. The face of the person in the painting looked warm and beautiful under the dancing candlelight, and the normally cold eyebrows and eyes were unconsciously tainted with a bit of tenderness. "No, I have fulfilled your ambition for you. The seven kingdoms are in my hands. Only you..." The low voice became a little hoarse, and the mighty king lowered his haughty head, mourning Silence overwhelmed the sky.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the night of daily negotiations with Han Fei more than ten years ago, and he rarely let himself fall into memories.Thinking of the tacit understanding between them, how late they met, and the incompatibility of their family and country...

A volume of "Cun Han" became the trigger for the two to break up. Ying Zheng was so angry that he swept away the memorials on the imperial case.Barely suppressing all the anger, Ying Zheng's eyes were sharp like a sword, and he pulled Han Fei who was kneeling on the ground, "Why can't I be a businessman of the widow? South Korea can't bear the ambition of the gentleman, only the widow can, and the husband and the widow are mutual." Belonging, and so is the heart of Mr.

"Emotions can't decide everything. Nonsense is always South Korea's fault, just like the king can only be the king of Qin forever." Han Fei's eyes were as clear as a spring, and he looked straight at Ying Zheng without fear.

Ying Zheng's pupils shrank suddenly, wishing he could smash the transparent person in front of him with his sword.Unexpectedly, the most cherished thing in Han Fei's heart was such a dirty and corrupt South Korea. The anger in his heart was immediately replaced by hatred. No widow's imperial order will never come out!"

Han Fei knelt down and bowed respectfully to Ying Zheng three times. His fate was doomed, his doom was inevitable, and all the admiration in his life...

Han Fei did not get out of Yunyang Prison alive.At first, Ying Zheng regretted why he was thrown into prison.Then came the hatred. I hated Han Fei's "love and justice intolerable". It was very satisfying to let his most cherished country be destroyed by Qin's iron cavalry.Then there is powerlessness, Han Fei is like a beautiful dream at night, the beauty and tranquility make Yingzheng fall into a soft red, sinking into intoxication alone, when he wakes up, he finds that it is just an empty dream, but he is still obsessed think.

Ying Zheng would not regret killing Han Fei, but only he knew whether it hurt or not in the dead of night.Ying Zheng put down the picture scroll, walked to the window, looked at the palace lanterns in the distance, closed his phoenix eyes showing a bit of sadness, and sighed inaudibly, "I will never forget to plot against me until I die, and I will kill you!" , making it difficult for me for the rest of my life."

After a moment, Ying Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, as if the sadness just now was just an illusion, "Sir, I want you to watch how my empire continues to move forward, I want you to watch how I became the No. 1 in the ages of!"

The past is like smoke, time flies, Han Fei has been waiting for the Xuanyi King by the Wangchuan River for more than [-] years.He is still the same as before, with a noble posture, a pair of black and white peach eyes that are quiet and full of mysterious feelings, as if he has captured all the elegance of the world, noble and gentle.

Once upon a time, Po Meng said to him, "My son's worldly affairs are over, even if you worry about it, it won't help. Just eat a bowl of hot soup and forget about it in the world."

After hearing this, Han Fei couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, "It's not that I can't let go, it's just to wait for someone, and it's natural to do what you promise to others."

One day, a black figure appeared on the banks of the Wangchuan River. In an instant, the fog was lingering, and the figure of Yingzheng became clearer in the fog. The stalwart body wrapped in the uniform with golden dragon on the black background was like a sculpture, looking not far away. Wang Chuan's twelve-pronged crown vainly concealed his sharp phoenix eyes as before, his long and narrow eyes swept around slowly, and his flying eyebrows were furrowed even more tightly.The little ghosts around were also startled by this terrifying aura, for fear of bumping into this seemingly difficult master.

"Aren't you here?" Ying Zheng whispered to himself with thin lips, his deep voice sounded like the gloomy scenery around him.

Han Fei naturally noticed the vision around him, and walked slowly. The black figure in his eyes was majestic and majestic.

It's still the same after so many years, thinking of this, the smile in his eyes became stronger, like a peach blossom blooming in March in the world, gorgeous but not bewitching, making people forget that they are in Wangchuan, the palace of the underworld.

Han Fei approached Ying Zheng lightly, "I'm waiting for you."

A clear voice came from behind, Ying Zheng's pupils suddenly dilated, and his heart beat like a drum. He turned around slowly, and there was a familiar purple figure, tall and mysterious, this person was still the same as before Noble and flawless, a pair of black and white peach blossom eyes are looking at him with a smile, his brows are curved, this person is really young.

After finding Han Fei, his always condensed eyes finally warmed up a bit, and with the smile in Han Fei's eyes, he unconsciously raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Sir, have I failed your teaching? The dream of one country through the ages has been put into practice in my hands."

"What the king did is much better than what Fei thought. The king is enough to be called No. 1 in the ages." Han Fei said seriously, staring at Ying Zheng's black glass-like eyes.

"It's just a pity that sir can't go with me."

"Could it be that the king is still blaming Fei now? I thought that the king is as broad-minded as your stalwart body, but he doesn't want to be so small-minded." Han Fei couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, his eyes gleamed with a bit of cunning, just like a fox who has been trained to become a master .

Ying Zheng heard the "sarcasm blow" in Han Fei's words, and he didn't feel angry, he looked at his perfect face and said seriously: "Of course I don't blame sir, this is your choice, Ying Zheng respects you. I just feel a little regretful, since my husband left, there is no one to share with me the three thousand peach blossoms in Xianyang Palace."

After hearing this, Han Fei also felt his heart soften. There is always guilt, but he will not regret it. Compared with the righteousness of his family and country, his personal feelings are really nothing. .It's just that everything is over now, and the world's affairs have nothing to do with the two of them anymore. Thinking of this, Han Fei slightly raised his head and looked up at Ying Zheng, who was half a head taller than him, and said softly, "May there be no barriers between you and me in the next life. We should go."

"In that case, I will walk with you sir." After finishing speaking, Ying Zheng approached Han Fei and stretched out his hand, "Sir, would you like to be married to Ying Zheng?" Ying Zheng said in a loud voice, eyes that couldn't melt The deep feeling is like the mist around the body.

"This time, I will give up my life to accompany the gentleman." Han Fei smiled even wider, and his tone was even more serious, and his slender hands couldn't help but clenched Ying Zheng's slightly calloused hands.

"It's a pity that I'm not a gentleman, but I don't want you to give up your life again." The rare gentle tone made Han Fei stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that Ying Zheng had always regarded himself and his books as treasures. Han caused the gap between the two to grow wider and wider...

"It's not natural to believe in your lord." Han Fei smiled loudly.

"Then... let's go." Ying Zheng led Han Fei onto the Naihe Bridge, drank Mengpo soup, and the two walked to another world side by side.

I only hope that you and I can meet again in the next life...